Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,35

swig of beer.

“I’m fine,” I grunt. I’m here for one thing and one thing only. To get off and hopefully I can feel better about my decision to leave Dawn alone. I scan the room for any cut-slut who gets my attention, but none of them are ringing my fucking bell like Dawn does. They don’t even compare.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pants,” Tongue says while he looks at the TV, ankles crossed over his knee while Candy tries to get his attention by rubbing her tits on his face. He isn’t interested. I’m not either. Fake tits have always been a turn-off for me.

“Well, welcome to the fucking show. I should charge ye assholes for staring at me like this.” It’s not a big deal. They’re just fucking pants. There is no significance. People need to leave it alone and drop it.

“I like the show,” Jasmine, one of the sluts, purrs as she nestles her body against mine. She isn’t bad. She has long dark hair, brown eyes, and a set of tits on her that would make Pamela Anderson jealous. She’ll do.

“Ye want to show me how much ye like it?” I ask, backing her up until she hits the pool table. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she lets out a breathy laugh as she rocks her pussy against my cock.

I’m soft now.

No, no, no, I need this. I fucking need this. I can’t have Dawn. She needs more than me. I’m not enough.

“You know I do, baby. What do you want?”

“I want ye to shut up and wrap that mouth around my cock.” Her fingernails run down my chest, and her hand gropes my cock through my jeans.

“So big.” Jasmine rubs me with her palm and, don’t get me wrong, it feels fucking great, but it doesn’t feel nearly as good as kissing Dawn.

“Don’t go complimenting me, Jasmine. We all know ye’d suck any cock here regardless of the size.”

She puts her lips to my ear and licks the shell of it. “I have sucked all the cocks here, Skirt. All but yours. You aren’t an easy man to persuade.”

“When I want ye, I’ll come to ye. I’m here, aren’t I?” My mind is buzzing from shooting back the glass of scotch. I don’t feel like myself. My gut is telling me to stop what I’m doing, that this isn’t me, but I’m tired of being me. I’m tired of fighting myself.

“Skirt, I want to talk to you,” Reaper says from behind me.

“Can’t it wait? I’m kind of busy, Prez.” I pick Jasmine up by her ass and notice the weight difference between her and Dawn. Jasmine is heavier, which isn’t a bad thing, but she doesn’t feel right.

It’s all wrong, and Prez knows it.

I head toward the fuck rooms where the guys go with the cut-sluts if they want privacy. It’s nothing special. Just a few rooms with a bare mattress and condoms. Don’t need anything else, especially when it’s just a quick fuck.

“See me after,” Reaper sighs, the sound of disappointment clear.

I don’t care. Everyone’s expectations of me are too goddamn high. My expectations of me are too goddamn high. I push open the curtain, kick a door open, and throw Jasmine on the bed. I don’t waste any time. I unzip my pants and fish out my cock.

“Crawl to me,” I say.

“Oh, kinky.” She giggles.

It ain’t fucking kinky. It’s normal. “Don’t speak.” Her voice grinds my nerves. It’s too fake, all moan with a pornographic edge all the time. She tries too hard. When she finally gets in front of me, I stare down and watch her tongue lick the base of my cock to the crown, then sucks the brim between her lips.

I grunt and tilt my head back, waiting for that simmer of lust. Hell, I’ll take a fraction of it if it means I come down this whore’s throat. I look down at Jasmine, and her dark hair morphs to that strawberry blonde and her brown eyes turn a bright shade of green; soon it’s Dawn’s lips I’m imagining, and she’s the one sucking me down the back of her throat.

“Fuck!” I rip my cock out of Jasmine’s mouth, tuck myself in, which isn’t difficult since I’m not all the way hard, zip up, and slam the door behind me. Dawn has fucking ruined me, and I barely know a damn thing about her.

The hallway is dark for a split second before I’m walking through the